Magus Supremacy - Chapter 280

Chapter 280: Back Home!
Chapter 280

“Mum! I’m home!” Grey’s voice rang out with rare excitement as he stood before a pristine white door. Behind him stood Greg, Scarlet, Raze, and Vince, all taking in the warm neighborhood that stretched around them.

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After stepping down from their carriage, their escort mission finally concluded, the group had followed Grey through the bustling town.

The streets bustled with life—vendors calling out their wares, children playing near fountains, and the scent of baked bread lingering in the air.

But what stood out the most was the reaction of the townspeople.

The moment they laid eyes on Grey, dressed in the flowing robes of a prestigious academy, accompanied by similarly garbed companions, smiles instantly lit up their faces.

“Hey, Grey! Welcome back!” a middle-aged man called out cheerfully.

Grey returned the greeting with a small, reserved smile and a polite nod.

“Welcome back, Grey!” Another passerby called out, followed by yet another.

“Hey, congratulations on making it into the academy!” shouted a younger man, eyes sparkling with pride.

“Thank you,” Grey replied, his voice calm, but a faint warmth in his tone betrayed his appreciation.

“Yo, you’re quite the local celebrity,” Raze commented, eyes darting to the townspeople who waved and smiled at them.

“Yeah, I guess,” Grey replied with a dry chuckle, his hands tucked into his pockets as they passed by a line of colorful stalls. “After the portal break, they all started treating me like a hero. Saw my powers and suddenly became nice. Bunch of hypocrites.”

“Woah. You’ve really been through a lot,” Vince said, his voice laced with sincerity.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Grey muttered, his voice dipping slightly as a shadow crossed his expression.

“Couldn’t you have used your wind magic to make this walk easier?” Greg asked, stepping over a shallow crater in the path.

“You have lightning, don’t you? Use that.” Grey waved a hand nonchalantly as a passing carriage sent a splash of water their way—only for it to be flung aside mid-air with a casual flick of his wrist.

“Why didn’t you let us use the carriage Captain Amir gave us?” Scarlet asked, irritation coloring her tone.

“Because the driver needs time to recharge his mana,” Vince interjected. “Did you think remote-control mana systems were easy?”

“Which is why you’ll always be a weakling,” Greg muttered with a smug grin.

Finally, they reached the quieter side of town—an area where rows of bungalow-style homes stood with individuality.

Each house was a different hue—pale blue, rustic gold, soft lavender—but all radiated warmth and comfort.

Grey stopped before one painted in elegant white with silver accents trimming the windows and doorframe.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby tree as he reached out and turned the handle. The door creaked open.

He stepped inside eagerly, his companions following close behind.

“Mum! I’m home!” he called again, voice louder now, almost trembling with anticipation.

“Who’s there?” came a soft, angelic voice from the kitchen area.

Two figures appeared at the corridor’s end.

One was a woman, radiantly beautiful, with gentle brown eyes now glistening with tears. Her brown hair fluttered as if caught in a breeze, her apron dusted with flour. Her face lit up at the sight of the boy in the doorway.

Beside her stood a girl around nine years old, her raven-black hair cascading to her shoulders. Her eyes, wide and gleaming, filled with tears as her lips quivered in disbelief.

Neither of them moved. Their eyes were fixed on the boy they thought they might not see again.

“Mum, Jesse… I’m back,” Grey whispered, a small, heartfelt smile tugging at his lips.

“Brother Grey!” Jesse’s voice rang like a bell, and then she launched forward like a bolt of lightning. Grey caught her mid-air, his arms wrapping around her as she cried into his shoulder.

“Brother!” she sobbed, clutching him tightly.

Clara—Grey’s mother—finally moved, walking toward them, each step hesitant, as if afraid the vision in front of her might disappear.

Her voice trembled. “Gr… Grey?”

“Yes, Mum. It’s me.” Grey replied, and a single tear slid down his cheek.

She broke into a run and wrapped her arms around him and Jesse. All three stood together in a tight embrace, tears falling freely, years of longing and silence breaking all at once.

“Wh-Where have you been all this time?!” Jesse’s small fists pounded gently against his shoulder as she wept. “You said you wouldn’t be gone long! I missed you! I missed you so much, brother!”

“I missed you too, cutie,” Grey said, his voice full of affection as he hugged her tighter.

“My little sunshine,” Clara whispered, stepping back for a moment to examine his face. “I missed you, honey… so much.”

Grey’s throat tightened, and another tear escaped. “I missed you too, Mum.”

Again, the three of them embraced tightly, as though trying to make up for every second lost.

‘H-He…’ Scarlet stammered in her thoughts. ‘He’s so warm…’

‘Who would’ve thought that the arrogant, cold peasant had this kind of side?’ Greg mused, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

‘Good thing Arthur didn’t come along. That fool would’ve started hitting on Grey’s mum. Like, seriously?! She’s so beautiful…’ Raze thought, his eyes still glued to the scene.

‘What a picture-perfect family…’ Vince’s gaze softened. ‘I never had this. Mum died giving birth to me… Dave was cruel, and Dad was always busy. But this? This is what family is supposed to feel like.’ A single tear rolled down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away.

Sniffle…

Clara cleared her nose with a soft sound and gently pulled back from the hug. Jesse refused to let go, still clinging to Grey as he stood tall, cradling her with one arm.

Clara’s gaze turned to the others near the door. “And who are they?”

Grey looked from his mother to his team, then smiled softly. “They’re… my friends.”

Clara’s eyes widened. “Yo-Your friends?”

“Yes, Mum. They can be annoying sometimes,” Grey chuckled, “but they’re still my friends.”

The team behind him smiled at the comment.

‘I can’t believe it… my baby boy actually made friends,’ Clara thought, her heart swelling. ‘Fifteen years of being bullied, eating alone, locking himself in his room—and now… real friends. From a prestigious academy, no less.’

A radiant smile broke across her face, warming the room like sunlight.

“If you’re Grey’s friends, then you’re family too. Please, come in,” she said, her voice tender and welcoming.

One by one, the group stepped into the home, their eyes taking in the cozy interior.

Grey lingered at the doorway, glancing back at them with a fond smile.

‘It feels good to be back home… I almost forgot how warm and kind Mum could be.’

“Come on, brother!” Jesse’s voice pulled him back. “We were making food before you came! Let’s go eat!”

Grey ruffled her hair affectionately. “Lead the way, my little eating monster.”

“I’m telling Mum you called me a monster, you eating wormhole!” Jesse pouted adorably.

“Yeah, sure.” Grey laughed as they all walked deeper into the heart of the home.

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{A/N}

A Quick Clarification (Because I Goofed 😅)

Hey Magus Legion,

First off—huge shoutout to everyone who unlocked and read the birthday mass release. You’re legends. 🙌

Now… I kinda messed up in my excitement 🫣

In those chapters, I mentioned that I was thinking of choosing two readers as moderators with a 5K fan value or above. That wasn’t meant to pressure anyone into gifting.

It came from the idea of picking readers who were consistently active and passionate—but after talking with some of my fellow authors, I realized that could easily be misunderstood.

So here’s the real deal:

💬 Moderator roles will be based on engagement, not gifting. That means commenting, liking, reading consistently, and just being part of the journey.

I’m grateful for every single member of The Magus Legion—whether you gift, vote, comment, or silently read.

Thanks for riding with me, and sorry if that note confused or discouraged anyone. We’re building this world together, and I want everyone to feel welcome.

—Your (slightly panicked but always grateful) Supreme Author KBKayboy